Temptation Novels & Stories

If Carla were here, I'd bend her over and do her right here, with the warm water raining down our bodies. A crazy thought of course. Because . . . well, she's on the do-not-touch list. My right-hand palms my throbbing dick. A wave of guilt washes over me. Can't whack one off to Carla. Can't go there. I have no business wanting her. She's my best friend's little sister. That makes her forbidden. I can't do this. But I feel myself slipping. I'm losing this battle. Moving on its own accord, my hand clasps around my dick again. My eyes drift shut, and I give into the temptation of fucking Carla.

Skylar relaxed into him and focussed back on the conversation as waiters arrived with their meal. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx At Skylar's request for another drink James took the opportunity to excuse himself to head to the bar, hoping that while mouths were full questions directed at Skylar would minimal. Adam quickly followed. "I'll get a couple drinks for us too hon," he said to Julia, kissing the top of her blonde hair before he hurried to catch up to James. "So, she seems nice," he said elbowing James once out of earshot. James rolled his eyes at his brother, "She is nice, now get to the point. You didn't chase after me and wait until they could

He also wants to know why many are addicted to sin even though people know that they are committing sin. "According to Pastor David, temptation is not an event but it is a process." All eyes are fixed on Zion. He listened intently. And even though the sea waves crashed behind him loudly he focused his attention on what the group leader was saying. "You were tempted before you've sinned. How come you did that sin on Friday night? It's because you didn't change channel last Monday. You didn't delete the picture last Tuesday. On Wednesday, you keep on reading the same contents you've seen last Monday. On Thursday, you didn't skip that advertisement ... And finall

He's trying hard not to open his mouth because the moment Khana's tongue enters, there's no assurance he can silence his desire to kiss back. However, she is more tempting than he could imagine. Her hands slowly crawled to his chest which brought a shiver to his whole being. Meanwhile, Khana is earnestly praying that the guy he is kissing will fall into her antics. She wished he'd kiss back. She's doing her best to tempt the priest, shamelessly committing a sin. She is crazy enough to go against the world just to have the love of her life. She can feel loud drums lying in Henry's chest. He is breathing hard while trying to resist the temptation, but he is just

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

Her eyes widened. "Oh... Um... I'm really sorry if that's the impression I gave to you. The truth is, I have been craving sex with you for a while now. I wanted you so bad but I was so pretentious... and I got so frustrated. And my current state doesn't help matters. My hormones are all over the place and I admit, I might have gotten selfish there for a second." "No need to pretend again, baby. You can have me whenever you want. I'm 100% yours."

Alexander Temptation. People define temptation as many things—a fleeting desire, a moment of weakness, an indulgence that comes with consequences. But I had never understood that word. If you know something is bad for you, why indulge in it? Why get tempted to take something or do something that is bad for you? So, I saw temptation as a test. Fail it, and there would be consequences. I had never been tempted to do something before. Never been tempted to hold a woman, to make her moan, to give her the best orgasm of her life, to fuck her until she couldn’t walk anymore. Desires were never my thing.

Almost too perfectly. I leaned against the edge of my desk, fingers drumming thoughtfully, a smirk just twitching at the corner of my mouth. The room smelled of leather, cold coffee, and ambition. This was what winning felt like—tainted by the bitter aftertaste of necessity, but sweet in its control.

Julian Blackwood didn't *obsess*. Obsession was for weaker men—men who let feelings dictate their actions, who lost sight of the goal. He'd worked years to build a life based on discipline, icy ambition, and detachment. But no matter how many contracts he signed, how many deals he brokered, how many faceless women he took to bed and forgot by morning. Lena Carter haunted him. It was ridiculous. He hardly knows her.

he said softly, “temptation is not the fruit itself. It is the moment before you taste it—the pause, the question, the tremor in your soul. You are all trembling now. And that tremor is the key to freedom.” His words settled into their bones like heat. The men behind them raised the apples slightly, red skins glowing like embers in the candlelight. The laughter was gone. The hall pulsed with silence, desire, and the weight of the unknown. And then, as though choreographed, the women lifted their hands toward the apples.